Brandon Martin - Application

[Brandon]

Username: Brandon Martin
Character Name: Brandon James Martin
Rank: Sergeant
What Army Will You Serve Beneath? : US(American)
Nationality: American
Character History:

Brandon was born into an immigrant family in downtown New York. His parents where Portuguese who left Europe during the first world war. Born in 1921 Brandon's mother had married his father in 1920. He was an American car salesman and veteran of WW1. Upon the outbreak of WW2 in 1941 Brandon now 20 would join the army in hopes of making his father proud and to fight for his country.

Writing Sample:

Brandon crawled on his stomach underneath the barbed wire, wary about the potato mashers that dangled above him. As he passed under them he turned on his back and sat up. Suddenly a chill ran down his spine causing him to wince and shudder. His eyes snapped back open and his gaze scanned the tree line with suspicion. His mind began to race with dark and troubling thoughts. Had he been found by the Krauts? Was he seconds away from catching a bullet? He shook his head trying to suppress the thoughts that tore at him. He slowly brought himself to a crouching position and with one last look at the trees he began moving back to his front line. He couldn't help but notice how eerie the trees were under the dim moon light. As he approached the steep embankment he had climbed not even an hour ago he heard a snap behind him. He quickly swung behind the tree he was propped on and peered out from behind him. Though the moon was a blaze above him he couldn't make out anything in the dark expanse in front of him. His breath began to quicken and he could feel his heart throbbing in his chest as if trying to escape. He carefully swung his M1 Carbine from his shoulder and raised it up backing away from the tree. To his misfortune the ground gave way at the edge of the embankment and Brandon fell bank tumbling all the way down before hitting the ground with a thud. As he regained himself he could hear rustling on the edge above him. With expert precision and the will to leave driving him he crawled into a small mound mother nature in her autumn glory had so loving left him. He could barely see out but his pupils dilated and a rush came over him as he could have believed he saw a figure on the ridge above him. He drew his 45 Colt from his breast holster and just gazed at the figure. He drew it up a bit and began to shake. As he pulled the trigger he realized the safety was still on. He cursed in his own head but was afraid to remove it for the clicking sound it would make very well could have been the last thing he heard.

"I can't die here....I can't" he thought to himself as his hand began to shake.

He lowered the weapon and waited for the shadow to move off. When it did he collected himself and with the daring of a mad man he broke from the mound sprinting as if the devil himself where behind him. As he tore through the woods he thought he could hear chattering behind him but was uncertain if it were simply his mind trying to "persuade" him to move faster. He finally collapsed after 4 minutes of straight sprinting against a tree mere feet away from the tree line. He slumped his head as he envisioned the friends,food, and a foxhole for him to sleep in. As he stood he swung around raising his head he glared through the darkness at what he could only fathom was an enemy patrol. He looked at the expanse of open land he would need to cover to make it to the safety of the other trees and with a nodding prayer he broke through the trees again running un sure of whether or not he would make it. The running seemed to take hours but once he had finally crossed he breathed a sigh of relief. He walked through the woods a bit until he happened upon his squad.

"Boy you look like you seen a ghost" Someone chimed behind him.

He chuckled and shrugged.

"I think might have" He said sitting down on the edge of his squad mates foxhole nodding a yes as they handed him something to eat.

As he ate he looked over in the direction he came and shuddered once more. He shook his head and looked back over at the others who were all doing something. He grinned.

"I'm gonna make it...I know it" He thought to himself sthingying another heap of beans into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully his grin cracked into a full blown smile.

"I'm gonna be alright...."

Approved/Denied?: Approved
Staff Notes:

Approved on one condition. Your history is a little dodgy. Not the longest or most detailed. So rewrite a history about your character, like what happened through their childhood. Your rp post was really good. You could do more with paragraphs.

Other than that, welcome. The 1st Armoured would be more than happy to have you.

~Walter